Lyrics:
Huh, I came in the game, puttin' these bosses in check
Got a problem, with it? Good luck with that
Okay, I earned my stripes, I'm tried and true
the sun comes up
I made a deal with the man on the moon
He's gonna put in some overtime
We got all night
Ready, set, let's roll
Ready, set, let's
There's nothing I hate more, than all these plastic people
With all their plastic promises, and all there plastic deals
They just can't be
it for the gold
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
self
Talking that bad talk
Saying them bad words, oh
You said a bad word
You'd better take it back
'Cause good little girls
Don't talk like that
And if
smoke purple weed in background)
This weed good man im higher
Than a motha fucka
Hey deal deal slice the
Blunts down the middle
Now go pour it in
got slayed
But it fucked up and backfired, that's why you all got AIDS
I made a deal with Lucifer way back to assure my shit is fat
And in return i
the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
(And I) I thank the hood for all the love they
I won't no more
'Cause this time round I come to settle the score
Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long
They wind up with a stomach ache balled up
Sounds good to me
On this path it's good to be (Yeah)
You could do the hook for me (Okay)
Or I could do the hook for free (That's right!)
Got a rave booked
shit
Cuz I met you in Rialto
Dogged you out like Alpo
What you coming back round for?
Cuz you loving that good good
Like Lorie said I got good wood
They
name's Nolay
Uh, Uh, listen yo, uh good afternoon
You can call me uncle Akala the flow father
With a mind that work much like Assata's
I'm turnin' rappers
Something I did Something I don't
I can't explain how to
I cant' speak for everybody but
[Verse 1]
There must be more good women than men
hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday
The Devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind cause he was way behind
He was willing to make a deal
When he came
The devil went down to Georgia,
He was looking for a soul to steal,
He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those
need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill
And niggas say it's all good, that's how you betta feel
Nigga
instance the home we
Tried light was BET
We fucked niggas up for about 2 weeks
And when he finished he didn't get no deal
They just put the script on
Cool
Kid Cudi once (I did)
What’s fucked up is that I sold him drugs
But it was only weed, and I don’t even deal
It what’s the scary part that the story is
still get nothing
Oh
You put on a good, good show
No
I don't need you 'cos I got my own (Yeah, you still get nothing)
Here's to the whip
A friendship
Aesthetic kill theses ni**as everytime
It might not be real, but don't it shine
It might be true but done it feel good
Aesthetic kill these ni**as
On the low they pretend to be friendly
On the real they just enemies, they envy
And they hate when you good, and they good when you ain't
And I
apart
Nobody can do all of that and still have a red beating heart
Led by a dumb ass fuck
You think he's good, well I think he sucks
You think he's gonna
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